Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 159: The Sieve Becomes Spirit_1

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: The Sieve Becomes Spirit_1

So, Chu Zizhou, in a cheerful mood, asked, "Are the costs high?"

"The costs are low, but the profits are slim. It could earn the villagers of Erdao River Village enough to buy meat."

Chu Zizhou looked at Song Yunuan with a complex expression, "You really are a good person."

Song Yunuan: "I’m just young. If not, you wouldn’t stand a chance to be the head of Erdao River Village."

Chu Zizhou: "..."

Well, someone is aiming to take over.

I couldn’t be more delighted!

The trait of the young people is to act as soon as they say they will.

Just as he thought about calling the sewing thread factory in the county town, the telephone on the desk started ringing.

Chu Zizhou picked up the phone, listened for a few seconds, then turned to Song Yunuan and said, "It’s a comrade from the cavalry company from the stables asking about you... Have you written back? They happen to be sending some urgent items, and if you have, they can deliver it for you."

Song Yunuan blinked, "I already put it in the big mailbox in front of the post office."

Thus, Chu Zizhou relayed this to the other party, who quickly hung up.

Chu Zizhou then turned to Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan immediately asked him, "Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and make the call; the Dragon Boat Festival is in just a few days."

So, Chu Zizhou began making calls, first to the sewing thread factory, and after that to the textile factory.

Then Chu Zizhou, with Song Yunuan, drove to the county town.

The thread produced by the sewing thread factory mainly featured black and white, with a small quantity of colored threads as well.

But even with that, he managed to place an order for two hundred yuan worth.

Chu Zizhou went with the order to pick up the goods.

Two hundred yuan filled two burlap sacks.

One of those sacks was stock for Song Yunuan’s own processing factory.

The next stop was the paper mill to the north of the town.

They bought large red paper sheets, as well as the new wrinkled colored paper that can be used to make silk flowers.

The last stop was the textile factory.

When the factory director heard they were starting a sideline business, his eyes lit up. He asked Chu Zizhou, "Little Chu, what kind of sideline are you guys planning to start?"

Chu Zizhou smiled and said, "Just some small-time business. How could it catch the eye of your big textile factory."

The factory director also laughed "hehe."

He approved their order knowing who Chu Zizhou’s grandfather was.

Of course, he treated them warmly.

He casually asked Chu Zizhou, "Who is this young lady, your sister?"

Chu Zizhou said, "No, she’s from Erdao River, named Song Yunuan."

The textile factory’s Director Shao widened his eyes, "Song Yunuan?"

Song Yunuan smiled warmly, "Hello, Director Shao!"

"Aren’t you the Song Yunuan who helped our Nanshan County Town to set up the workers’ and cadres’ school?"

Song Yunuan nodded, "That’s me!"

Director Shao slapped his thigh, "Aiyo, it was you, girl, you really are incredible!"

"No, no, no, I just served to connect things. It’s up to the uncles and older men to do the actual work. It has nothing to do with me, and I don’t even know if it will be successful."

Chu Zizhou looked at Song Yunuan: this humility was just lip service.

"Successful or not, you’re a major contributor, and just for that kind-heartedness alone, you deserve praise."

After a series of modest exchanges, Song Yunuan managed to get an order for eight hundred yuan from Director Shao. They moved out nearly half a truckload of backlogged fabric from their warehouse.

Nylon taslon velvet fabric, along with some pieces of satin-faced fabric.

All were in bright reds, greens, and gold — very vibrant,

And such fabric was quite expensive.

It was just remnant pieces, either a few inches long or only small strips.

Chu Zizhou, on the other hand, only took two hundred yuan worth separately.

Director Shao proactively sent out the factory’s large truck for them.

On the way back, Chu Zizhou asked Song Yunuan, "Did you already plan to stock up with me?"

"Honestly, I just came along. Director Shao was so enthusiastic, I felt almost unworthy of it," Song Yunuan spoke with a sense of emotion.

Chu Zizhou: "..."

I’ll believe that when pigs fly.

Little girl, as astute as a sieve.

Before heading out to plan the so-called Dragon Boat Festival sideline, she had probably already thought about stocking up for her own family.

But it had to be said that today really was a testament to Song Yunuan’s reputation.

Who could have expected this?

The villagers in Erdao River Village had grown accustomed to seeing a large truck parked by the Song family’s home every so often.

Watching Song Liang and the Song family members, they couldn’t help but feel a touch of envy.

It seemed as if they were growing farther and farther from the village.

All the big and small packages were carried into the west wing.

And as they passed by the village’s headquarters, the three sacks belonging to the headquarters were already unloaded.

Song Yunuan asked Old Mrs. Song, the finance officer, to repay Chu Zizhou.

Because the nine hundred yuan for the goods had been fronted by Chu Zizhou.

Chu Zizhou then said to Old Mrs. Song, "Madam, please have Little Nuan come over later."

Old Mrs. Song, looking at Chu Zizhou who was respectful towards her, sighed internally.

She had lived a long life, and her eyes weren’t just for show.

The sweet calls of grandfather and grandmother had suddenly turned into sir and madam.

In the days when Tingting came back, Chu Zizhou would frequently visit their house.

First, he drove to the guesthouse at night to visit Tingting’s teacher, and the next day, he came to take Tingting to send her teacher off at the station.

Even though Tingting’s teacher was his Aunt Zhu.

But it made one ponder—something just didn’t seem quite right.

Since ancient times, much has been made of matching social statuses.

The Song family’s status was too low; they would be looked down upon.

Even if they had money now, according to what Little Nuan said, at best they’d be considered upstarts.

They couldn’t compare with the offspring of noble families.

If they wanted to socialize with them, they wouldn’t even bother to include you.

Old Mrs. Song, holding a bag of biscuits that Chu Zizhou had given to Asheng, walked leisurely out of the headquarters.

The sky over Erdao River was exceptionally blue, with clusters of white clouds drifting by.

It had been raining the last few days, only clearing up yesterday, and the leaves of the willows by the road were a lush green, seemingly dripping with vitality.

Old Mrs. Song suddenly felt a surge of pride.

It was like building her own house; if I used to live in a thatched hut, then I’ll earn more money and build a big villa instead.

Isn’t this changing one’s station in life?

No one is born a prince or a general.

The people living in Jiu City, didn’t they also come from the countryside once upon a time?

Of course, all these thoughts disappeared when she saw Song Yunuan.

If the two children weren’t concerned, then she wasn’t worried either.

Her granddaughter was indeed a personification of the patron star for scholars, her stories could be printed and bound into books, which was truly remarkable.

Holding Song Yunuan’s hand, she said, "Chu Zizhou wants you to go to the headquarters. Is it about the fragrant pouches and gourds for the Dragon Boat Festival that you mentioned, Little Nuan? Just use your words, no need to lift a finger."

Those little hands are not for labor, they are for holding a pen.

Song Yunuan was well-prepared and pulled out several brightly colored pieces of fabric she had cut, her sewing skills weren’t great, so she let Lian Xiang work while she gave instructions.

In no time at all, a little, exquisite fragrant pouch was made.

Everyone’s eyes lit up.

Old Mrs. Song said, "Isn’t this the fragrant sachet that used to be worn by wealthy families?"

Song Yunuan responded, "It would be even better with a red bead, or even a small wooden bead would do."

Old Mrs. Song: "There’s a type of dry fruit in our mountains, and the seeds inside are just like little beads. If you bore a hole in the middle with an awl, I even made a bracelet out of them to play with when I was a child."

And so, Old Man Song drove the horse cart to the woods again.

Because they were in a hurry, he only picked a small cloth bag’s worth and returned.

Song Yunuan picked up one and smelled it, and sure enough, it smelled really good.

This time, a delicate and exquisite little fragrant pouch was completed.

A colorful cord was braided into a hanging strap, topped with a fruit seed and finished with tassels made from colorful threads below.

It looked novel and unique...